Nahum 3

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1 Woe to the bloody city, all lies, full of plunder, whose looting never stops!	1 Vae, civitas sanguinum, universa mendacii praeda plena! Non recedet a te rapina.
2 The crack of the whip, the rumbling sounds of wheels; horses a-gallop, chariots bounding,	2 Vox flagellorum et vox strepitus rotarum, equi frementes et quadrigae ferventes, equites irruentes
3 Cavalry charging, The flame of the sword, the flash of the spear, the many slain, the heaping corpses, the endless bodies to stumble upon!	3 et gladii micantes et hastae fulgurantes et multitudo interfectorum et acervi mortuorum; nec est finis cadaverum, et corruunt super corpora.
4 For the many debaucheries of the harlot, fair and charming, a mistress of witchcraft, Who enslaved nations with her harlotries, and peoples by her witchcraft:	4 Hoc propter multitudinem fornicationum meretricis speciosae et gratae et habentis maleficia, quae vendidit gentes fornicationibus suis et nationes maleficiis suis.
5 I am come against you, and I will strip your skirt from you; I will show your nakedness to the nations, to the kingdoms your shame!	5 “ Ecce ego ad te, dicit Dominus exercituum; et levabo vestimentum tuum in faciem tuam et ostendam gentibus nuditatem tuam et regnis ignominiam tuam.
6 I will cast filth upon you, disgrace you and put you to shame;	6 Et proiciam super te abominationes et contumeliis te afficiam; et ponam te in exemplum.
7 Till everyone who sees you runs from you, saying, "Nineveh is destroyed; who can pity her? Where can one find any to console her?"	7 Et erit: omnis, qui viderit te, resiliet a te et dicet: “Vastata est Nineve! Quis dolebit super eam? Unde quaeram consolatorem tibi?”.
8 Are you better than No-amon that was set among the streams, Surrounded by waters, with the flood for her rampart and water her wall?	8 Numquid melior es quam Noamon, quae habitabat in fluminibus? Aquae in circuitu eius: cuius vallum mare, aquae muri eius.
9 Ethiopia was her strength, and Egypt, and others without end; Put and the Libyans were her auxiliaries.	9 Chus fuit fortitudo eius et Aegyptus, cuius non est finis; Phut et Libyes fuerunt in auxilio eius.
10 Yet even she went captive into exile, even her little ones were dashed to pieces at the corner of every street; For her nobles they cast lots, and all her great men were put into chains.	10 Sed et ipsa in transmigrationem ducta est, ivit in captivitatem. Parvuli eius elisi sunt in capite omnium viarum; et super inclitos eius miserunt sortem, et omnes optimates eius constricti sunt in compedibus.
11 You too, shall drink of this till you faint away; you, too, shall seek a refuge from the foe.	11 Et tu ergo inebriaberis, eris despecta; et tu quaeres refugium ab inimico.
12 All your fortresses are but fig trees, bearing early figs That fall, when shaken, into the hungry mouth.	12 Omnes munitiones tuae sicut ficus cum ficis praecocibus: si concussae fuerint, cadent in os comedentis.
13 See, the troops are women in your midst; to your foes the gates of your land are open wide, fire has consumed their bars.	13 Ecce populus tuus, mulieres in medio tui; inimicis tuis late patebunt portae terrae tuae; devorabit ignis vectes tuos.
14 Draw water for the siege, strengthen your fortresses; Go down into the mud and tread the clay, take hold of the brick mold!	14 Aquam propter obsidionem hauri tibi, firma munitiones tuas; intra in lutum et calca argillam, tene typum laterum.
15 There the fire shall consume you, the sword shall cut you down. Multiply like the grasshoppers, multiply like the locusts!	15 Ibi comedet te ignis, peribis gladio, devorabit te ut bruchus. Augere ut bruchus, multiplicare ut locusta.
16 Make your couriers more numerous than the stars,	16 Plures fecisti negotiatores tuos quam stellae sint caeli; bruchus exuit pellem et avolavit.
17 your garrisons as many as grasshoppers, And your scribes as locust swarms gathered on the rubble fences on a cold day! Yet when the sun warms them, the grasshoppers will spread their wings and fly, and vanish, no one knows where.	17 Custodes tui quasi locustae, et scribae tui quasi agmen locustarum, quae considunt in saepibus in die frigoris; sol ortus est, et avolaverunt, non est cognitus locus earum, ubi fuerint.
18 Alas! how your shepherds slumber, O king of Assyria, your nobles have gone to rest; Your people are scattered upon the mountains, with none to gather them.	18 Dormiunt pastores tui, rex Assyriae, requiescunt principes tui; dispersus est populus tuus in montibus, et non est qui congreget.
19 There is no healing for your hurt, your wound is mortal. All who hear this news of you clap their hands over you; For who has not been overwhelmed, steadily, by your malice?	19 Non est remedium fracturae tuae, insanabilis est plaga tua; omnes, qui audierint auditionem tuam, plaudent manibus super te, quia super quem non transiit malitia tua semper? ”.